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Saturday, March 5, 2011

The price of freedom

Well, I have now been officially homeless and unemployed for four days now. I am getting used to the idea, but I don't think that I can fully appreciate/recognize my situation yet. That will come with time I am sure. Hopefully it doesn't scare me once I do.

My parents have decided to move out of my childhood home of Greensburg, PA and move to Durham, NC. Since I owe it to my parents to help them and have the time to spare, I offered to help them for the month of March to move their belongings and spruce up the old house. Let me just say that it is a cruel trick to play on yourself after you just finished moving and selling your own house! Ha ha!

But all will be well. Right now it the house is a kaleidoscope of boxes and projects and that should quiet down in several days. Then I can hopefully start sneaking out for a run or a ride here and there. And admittedly sooner than I think, all I will be doing is climbing and riding and picking uncooked tortellini out of my teeth. So I cannot complain, can I?